Scarlet Wonderland

A pale blue pastel chalked the sky,
trees sang their morning hymns,
the wonder-bird trilled an accompaniment, like a crystal triangle,
perched among the six shades of green.

Yellow drifted in a breeze, too soft and small to feel,
scarlet leaves littered the ground as nature's own waste.
They crunched and cricnkle in a bored sort of way,
as if they'd gotten tired of us standing on them.

The soggy leaves of brown and gold, fluttered limply and k-flumped.
The smooth spring green flax laughed, the white fluttery roses giggled, and the dewy grass chortled.

A family reunion of greenery shared their limbs, rough spiky leaves, silver ferns disguised as a shade of sea-foam.
Small green cut-outs jiggld and shivered in the crisp, still interior.
The chocolate bark carpet slept deeply too heavy and sodden to move.

The air was chilled.

Rough bricks of a light caramel constructed a towering fort, and simple cottages dotted the hills.
On a large slope, higher than any other, a pearl white palace look over it's land.
It must have been Jack Frost's fort, or Mother nature's castle. Only they could rule such a pretty garden.

A growing noise revved up, and the grass leaned away from the sound, rooted to their spots.
I stumbled over knobbly twigs and fell into a tree.
Hiding from the monster as it whisked through the meadow.
And when a glinting silver shape on wheels, emerges into my vision, I hurtle into the present
- I was at school after all.

With my scarlet wonderland behind me.